Backlit by the embers of an empire’s dying light
Scatter tomorrow’s ashes and sing in revelry
Born on the outside
Dirt in hand under an empty sky
Born on the outside
A match, a rag, an academy of lies
From up here the lights all look like little flames
If we get high enough we can watch the city burn
From up here the lights all look like little flames
Back then the words all fit but the voice could not be found
Frozen still like deer eyes in headlights
Born on the downside, a quarter till a dollar short
Born on the downside, a rounding error, sand in the gears
A whisper sent, a promise kept
And it won’t be long now
We never belonged here
It won’t be long now